Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts (If I did Riku would never get to sleep or wear a shirt) nor do I own any songs mentioned in my story. This will contain graphic language only to portray the rage and hate of Vanitas (will not use unnecessarily) as well as yaoi (boyxboy) in later chapters. So if you do not like do not read. I will not respond to any hateful comments over these subjects.

Vanitas stood, panting, amongst the bodies of unversed as the slowly began to vanish, having slaughtered them brutally. He snarled as he put his keyblade away and wiped the sweat from his brow and turned off Hell Yeah by Rev Theory. As he yanked the earbuds from his ears he heard a faint clapping and turned to see Xehenort watching him train. He motioned for Vanitas to come and Vanitas grit his teeth as he approached his master.

"Yes Master?" He said, fists clenched. He had learned many times what speaking his mind would earn him: a severe beating.

Xehenort smiled sickeningly at his apprentice, "Not bad out there, not as good as Ventus, but you're getting better," He said in his rattling voice.

"Well maybe, Master," Vanitas clenched his jaw, begging his mouth to stop, but it continued speaking through lips alone, "If I got a good night's sleep and decent food, I could fight harder." There it was, he had said it, and he was going to pay dearly for it.

To Vanitas' surprise, no pain made contact with his body. Instead Xehenort just nodded.

"Go inside, beat Ventus tomorrow and you can have his supper," He said.

Vanitas was confused but went inside the castle anyway, he saw Ventus lazing on the couch with earbuds in. Probably listening to something stupid and happy like he was. His... what the hell was he? They weren't brothers... not clones... just two halves of a whole... eh, who cares what they are to eachother, Vanitas sure didn't, he'd just say brother for the lack of a better word. Anyway, Ventus spotted him and smiled, waving like they were best buds. It pissed Vanitas off and the dark haired boy stormed downstairs into his room and slammed the door, growling.

"Dumb piece of shit, he fights so well because he doesn't know hunger, fear, or pain. Xehenort waits on him hand and foot!" He kicked the futon he called a bed and cursed loudly at the pain. He flopped on the couch and glared at the ceiling, covered in stains from God knows what, and tried to breathe deeply and relax. He hated his life, his dinky little room that always smelled like the mold in the walls, his old tv he only got because Ventus had thrown it out and he had saved it despite the crack down the glass screen, the lumpy futon he slept on that hurt his back no matter how he arranged on it, and the bathroom that was really a closet with a toilet crammed in to the best of his ability, it did flush but it had no seat, it leaked water on the floor, and there was no sink or shower or anything. Meanwhile he knew his other half lived in luxury in an actual bedroom, with a bed with a mattress and blankets; with a nice little tv and a laptop; with a working bathroom. But no matter what Vanitas would never have it, so there was no use getting all angry now, he needed to rest if he was going to beat Ventus tomorrow.

Just as Vanitas closed his eyes and began to dream, there was a soft knock at the door and Vanitas woke from the rush of rage in his head, a soft knock meant it was fucking Ventus!

"What the hell do you want?!" Vanitas shouted at the door before it opened and sure enough there was the little blond holding a plate covered in foil like some sort of peace offering.

"I brought you some dinner," He smiled, the dumb shit probably didn't know that underneath the foil was just some chicken bones with a bit of meat left or some rotten bread or fruit.

"Thanks, just leave it on the table..." Vanitas sighed.

"Um..." Ventus looked around in confusion and looked apologetic, "I... I don't see a table."

"Oh! Haha, my bad!" Vanitas laughed in a cruel and angry fashion, "Sometimes I call the clean section of the floor the table. Sorry to confuse you, Ven," Vanitas pointed at the corner where he had swept all the dirt away to sit down when the futon was too uncomfortable.

Ventus just looked awkward and set the plate down, "You know, you don't have to be so mean to me... we are on the same side even if Xehenort tries to pit us against eachother..."

That pissed off Vanitas all over again and he stood up, glaring at his other half with murder in his eyes.

"We. Are. NOT. On the same side!" He growled, emphasizing each word, "We are competing for Master's approval! You areLight and I am Dark! Someday we will fight to the Death! And it doesn't matter to him who wins so long as the X-Blade is formed! That means that if I want to live I have to kill you! And I hate you, so I won't mind!" At that he smiled, now right up in Ventus' face, sure that his fowl smell was enough to kill Ventus in itself, "Let me make this clear, it may be because of Master that we live together, and it may be because of you that I even exist, but I hate you, and someday I will kill you slowly and watch the light leave your pathetic eyes!" He growled it out in fury as tears welled up in Ventus' eyes. Stupid kid was so weak! So why did he keep winning?!

Ventus backed slowly away and just closed the door, then Vanitas heard him run up the stairs and he locked the door. Not that locking the door would do him any good, Ventus was going to go crying to Xehenort, and Xehenort was going to walk right through the closed door if not through the wall and beat the shit out of him for yelling at Ventus. And why? Because he fueled the characters he wanted each to play, he made Ventus feel loved and like there was justice for him so that he would grow into the Hero; and he made damn sure Vanitas knew he was hated and that he had every reason to hate everyone else so that he would play the villain. It was all part of Xehenort's plan, and Vanitas knew it, but once he killed Ventus, he was going to kill Xehenort next. He had it all planned out, how he would turn on his master and kill him with the X-blade that he was being tortured to create, and then he himself would be the most powerful Villain of all time!

With that happy thought, Vanitas laid down and popped in his earbuds to listen to Pain by 3 Days Grace, and to that he slowly drifted to sleep once more.

A/N: Well I hope this got you interested and introduced the angry Vanitas well even though I have a hard time getting angry at people. He really just hurts so much inside, he just lets it out in the only way Xehenort will let him! Vani is kind of my hurt little baby because I don't feel he ever had a chance in the games, being solely created to hate Ventus... but I get to write the story now suckers! He'll get a better ending this time... maybe

Stay tuned for more chapters please, next we'll see the confrontation with Xehenort.